In the barren land of Termina, a handful of humans struggled to eke out a meager and uncomfortable existence. Among them was a farmhand named Dross Gellan, a quiet worker average and unremarkable by all accounts. The world was unaware to his rapid rise to the forefront of historical change, for it could not have come from a more unexpected source. One shot.

My time in New Zealand introduced me to a young country with an intensely violent history. Here is a small portion of that history, with interesting trivia involving whaling to obscure American firearms to native uprisings to the geopolitics of World War I.

Dedicated to my darling Ava, and to all the little girls who you wish could just stay little. This sort of reminds me of Taylor Swift's song Never Grow Up, so keep that in mind. I alos might turn this into a song! R&R